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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE
SOMETHING
From the Mountain to the City Lights
We tried our best not to drown ourselves in
sadness. Instead, we chose to remember the good moments we had shared with
Kenaa.
On Saturday, we spoke about her almost the entire
day.
Every small memory mattered.
Every laugh.
Every crazy moment.
Every story.
It felt like the only way we could keep her alive.
Sunday was quiet.
I stayed at home.
For the first time in many days, I allowed myself
to sit alone and think about my life.
About everything that had happened.
But one thought kept returning again and again.
My education.
I knew the road ahead would not be easy.
But I had to pull myself together.
School was starting.
My dream was still waiting.
Three weeks earlier, I had arrived in Windhoek full
of excitement.
A young girl from the mountains of Kunene,
travelling in Mai’s Quantum, known in Opuwo as oumbesi waPuwo, with one
simple dream: to study law.
To become a lawyer.
To change my life.
Now everything felt different.
But the dream was still there.
When I checked my timetable, my first lecture was
scheduled for 10:30.
My aunt had woken me up at exactly 06:00 that
morning.
“Be ready by 08:00,” she told me.
“I will take you to school on your first day.”
By 08:30 I was already on the UNAM campus.
I decided to sit in the cafeteria while waiting for
Tjipaa and Ndjona-Top.
As I sat there, something strange happened.
Men kept looking at me.
Some younger students.
Some older.
Even a few lecturers.
But this time, I was not surprised.
I already knew something about myself now.
I was beautiful.
And I had learned one important rule.
When men look at you like that…
Stay calm.
Stay composed.
A young man sitting next to me suddenly spoke.
“May I buy you a coffee?” he asked politely.
I smiled.
“Thank you,” I said.
We spoke for a few minutes.
He introduced himself.
He was educated.
Confident.
Handsome.
Then he said something interesting.
“I am a lecturer,” he explained.
“This is my first year teaching.”
After a short conversation, he stood up.
“It was a pleasure talking to you, Nguaendomuua,”
he said.
“I hope to see you again.”
I watched him walk out of the cafeteria.
Something about him stayed in my mind.
A young black man.
Smart.
Confident.
Attractive.
Those are rare combinations.
Just then, Tjipaa and Ndjona-Top arrived.
They sat down beside me.
Tjipaa looked at the direction the man had walked.
“Mmmh,” she said.
“That man wanted more than just buying you coffee.”
I laughed softly.
“He just bought me coffee,” I replied.
“That’s all.”
But Ndjona-Top was not in a good mood that morning.
Earlier, her boss had called her.
And he had fired her.
Cota Ma-Cups was gone.
He had been the one who used to shower her with
money.
Now he was dead.
And now she had lost her job too.
Suddenly she exploded.
“That old man is stupid!” she shouted.
People in the cafeteria turned to look.
“I will see him after school!”
“Matu kutwa kumwe tjiri!”
(We will deal with this seriously!)
She was furious.
“He cannot just use me and throw me away like
toilet paper!”
That was Ndjona-Top.
Never backing down.
Never accepting defeat.
We finished breakfast and went to our classes.
Campus life was different from anything I had
experienced before.
Because the Ozondjona-ozo-Top girls were famous on
campus.
People knew them.
People talked about them.
And now…
I was one of them.
Students came to offer condolences for Kenaa.
Some hugged us.
Even people I had never met before.
News spreads fast on campus.
Academically, my first day went well.
I listened carefully.
Took notes.
Focused.
For the first time in weeks…
I felt normal.
Even when I saw Tusu’s face on the SRC poster
hanging in the hallway, I did not think much about it.
My mind was focused on my studies.
Then I walked into my final lecture.
And my heart stopped.
Standing at the front of the class…
Was the man from the cafeteria.
He smiled and spoke to the class.
“Welcome to Introduction to Law,” he said.
“My name is Dr Mujoo, and I will be your lecturer
this year.”
I froze.
Of all the coincidences in the world…
He was my lecturer.
Throughout the lecture, he kept looking at me.
It felt uncomfortable.
Awkward.
After class, I tried to leave quickly.
But before I reached the door, he called me.
“Nguaendomuua, may I speak with you?”
I stopped.
He smiled.
“Just because I am your lecturer does not change
the fact that we had a wonderful conversation this morning.”
He continued.
“I didn’t know you were in my class.”
“But I would still like to have coffee with you.”
“And perhaps ask you out.”
I was surprised.
Back in my village school, something like this
would have been a huge scandal.
Teachers dating learners?
Impossible.
But this was university.
Things were different here.
I liked him.
I could not deny that.
But I was not sure what to think.
“I will think about it,” I told him.
He smiled.
Then gave me a quick hug.
Later that afternoon, Tjipaa and I went with
Ndjona-Top to confront her former boss.
And what happened next…
Was pure chaos.
We walked into his office.
Actually…
Ndjona-Top stormed in.
We just followed.
The man’s face turned pale when he saw her.
Like he had seen a ghost.
“You cannot just throw me away like that!” she
shouted.
“After everything we have done together!”
Then she said something shocking.
“After all the times we slept together in this
office…”
“You want to fire me?”
The man looked terrified.
Then she sat on his desk.
“I want N$100,000 transferred to my account,” she
said calmly.
“Or your wife will know everything.”
He laughed nervously.
“You have no proof,” he said.
“Leave my office before I call security.”
Ndjona-Top slowly took out a USB flash drive.
Plugged it into his laptop.
And pressed play.
Suddenly sounds filled the office.
Voices.
Intimate voices.
His face turned white.
Just then…
His wife walked in.
“What is happening here?” she demanded.
The man tried to act calm.
“This girl was fired,” he said.
“She is just upset.”
But Ndjona-Top simply smiled.
“It’s all on the USB,” she said.
“If you don’t pay me…”
“I will upload everything online.”
His wife looked furious.
He looked terrified.
We left the office shortly after.
Inside Tjipaa’s BMW, we asked her what was on the
USB.
She laughed.
“A small video,” she said.
“One we recorded when we were ‘working late’.”
Tjipaa shook her head.
“You filmed it?”
Ndjona-Top grinned.
“Every girl needs security.”
“Men are dogs.”
“He will call soon.”
That was Ndjona-Top.
Always ten steps ahead.
Always dangerous.
“Okakambe,” I whispered.
Windhoek was truly something else.
The End of Chapter Fourteen
Wait for Part Fifteen as A GIRL FROM EHOMBA
MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING continues…
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